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      • Really, ma’am. We is separate corporate individuals. He told me so when first I met him November 23 of 1968 on Oahu, Hawaii. Funny, smirking phat phrog of a Lance Corporal. I, however, was – well, maybe not am no more – a reserved, shy-type who coincidentally had attained the unexalted rank of U. S. Marine Lance Coolie too. So, there! You could ask Roger Rapping Stone if the tale be true, but he is a currently practicing Luddite and thus unabailable am me. He was our Corporal in Crime.

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      • No. Truly. Bruce is NOT me. He is he and I is me. Will spit in cup so to prove. He’s the far better poet and is kept by cats. My dog(s) and cat(s) all have gone to their rewards. I talk to snakes. I think they talk about me. Go ask. They quit lying to beautiful women long ago.

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      • Just J – Bruce, being corporate inside his own skin, feeds cats and deer in Mountain View, Calif. My cat died many decades ago and I’ve yet to replace her. The last deer I met in person was in The Que Son Mountains 45 miles SW of Danang, Vietnam. We stared at each other for the longest time before I flicked a pebble into the leaves, scattering her away. Shame. I was hungry, too.

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